My Age

Last night, I went to go see How to Train Your Dragon 2. It was a good movie. I laughed, I cried, I had to dig kleenex out of my purse… But one of the things that struck me about it was that the main character was exactly my age.

That always gets me in stories. It’s odd. Oh. This person is my age, and look what they’re doing.

It’s even more odd when it’s a true story. Like reading through the Bible? I’m currently about the age a lot of the kings of Israel and Judah were when they became king. And I wonder – could I do that sort of thing at this age?

And the thing is, I don’t think this feeling will ever go away. Because even if I read all the books and saw all the movies containing a character my age – which would be impossible – I keep getting older. So every year it’s going to be different kings that make me go, Oh. Hey. That’s how old I am. Weird.

I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone else say they get this. Maybe it’s just me. Or maybe it just doesn’t seem significant enough to talk about – which is probably more likely. And maybe it’s not. But I felt like talking about it today.